Buteo Regalis
His frailty discrete, the rodent turns, looks.
What sense first warns?
The winging is unheard,
unseen but as a distant motion made whole,
singular, slow, unbroken in its glide.
It veers, and veering, tilts broad-surfaced wings.
Aligned, the span bends to begin the dive
and falls, alternately white and russet,
angle and curve, gathering momentum.
N. Scott Momaday
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